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When Janie received news of her father’s death, she was surprised at how little she felt. She kept pressing at this nothingness to see if anything emerged: a shriek, a feral howl. Then she called Celia. “So,” Celia said, drawling out the vowel. “The Very Reverend’s no longer with us.” Janie pinched a leaf of basil. The fragrance enlivened her. “Thank God,” Celia said. She laughed, and after a moment, Janie laughed too.